chaos of letters

was and remains 
i'm going to tell here

she was deaf to him for a time 
and so 
whenever he'd come -
silver keys all a-jangle 
running pell-mell down 
the hallway with those
great, bounding strides
 she'd not hear oy

nor the lullabies
nor the tribe song
nor the blood music
nor 
 the pounding of his heart
 that washed it all away
 in a tide of feral heat

but she could scry a bit
 read the leaves
 letters of chaos 
drawn on crimson ground

  thrall of orchids
  scene letter stone